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/ Q- r( T+ ?. b7 CStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# S( k1 d4 W4 Z4 x, G) |, N' QLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
r9 A6 H0 F& w4 ]5 D5 l; ^4 tShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; M3 ^; e' c) o3 R5 n$ i) O- P
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- N# D, B- R. l9 S- xNow I understand what you tried to say to me,% C/ X$ V7 ]9 m) x$ C
How you suffered for you sanity, ! Z4 F# h3 x+ m. u
How you tried to set them free, ! d' i, W- j( ?) n2 \5 |
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 w: v: s( f! [! m
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + z$ @& M s! B3 ^; X2 k6 S8 ?
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( J7 _! M5 @6 j
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( H/ S6 I! P; i/ n/ K( W# ~Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! s9 v! i- R& P% j- C, q
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 I K2 E2 D0 @& X/ ~
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : I4 U2 x; e# S# w5 \
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 v7 P$ g; x+ N0 f# tBut I could have told you, Vincent, 4 H1 {, D. d0 r6 m* H( A* y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 j7 z7 Q3 w* R. u5 o z7 A5 u
/ c* E C, Z, K4 YStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
6 B' z+ e5 I7 R% R3 W* @# ?Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % ?% o2 {- l; D
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& f- r, |1 g. FThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 0 V$ G6 q. D! ?" a
How you suffered for you sanity,0 F+ W$ E+ n, H7 h" f" W$ T
How you tried to set them free,
4 ^& q1 C5 }3 o2 ~1 WThey would not listen they're not listening still,
+ _7 v4 w: c1 e* x1 D6 d; G1 ^Perhaps they never will. |
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